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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.