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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.