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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.