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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
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.