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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.