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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.