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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.