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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.