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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.