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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.