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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.