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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.