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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.