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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.