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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.