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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.