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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
X-101,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.