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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.