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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.