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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Mars,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.