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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.