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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.