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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
The Index,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.