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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.