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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.