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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.