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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.