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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.