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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.