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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.