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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.