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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.