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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.