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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.