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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
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.