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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.