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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Move,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.