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 Togo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Franke,
Magma,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.