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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.