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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.