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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
JFA,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.