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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.