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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.