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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
The Names,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.