Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.