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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.