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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.