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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.