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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.