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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.