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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.