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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.