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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.