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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.