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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Victims,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.