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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Index,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.