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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.