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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.