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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.