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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.