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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.