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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.