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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.