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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.