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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.