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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
JFA,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.