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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.