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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.