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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.