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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.