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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.