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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.