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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.