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 Albania 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.