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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.