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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.