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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.