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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.