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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.