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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Marmalade,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.