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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.