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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.