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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.