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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.