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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.