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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.