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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.