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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.