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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.