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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.