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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.