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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.