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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.