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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.