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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.