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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
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