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 Senegal and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.