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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.