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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.