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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.