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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.