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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.