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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
UT,
Oneida,
PIL,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.