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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Can,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.