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 India and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.