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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.