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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.