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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slits 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.