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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.