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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 The Techniques 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.