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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.