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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Nirvana 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.