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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.