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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
the Association,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.