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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.