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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.