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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.