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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.