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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
UT,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.