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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.