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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.