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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.