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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.