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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.