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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Pole,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.