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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.