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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.