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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.