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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.