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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.