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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.