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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.