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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.