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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.