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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.