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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.