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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.