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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Nico,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.