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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.