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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.