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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.