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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.