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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.