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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.