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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.