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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.