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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.