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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.