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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.