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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Fear,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.