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 Sweden and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.