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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Move,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.