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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.