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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.