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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.