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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.