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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.