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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.