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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.