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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.