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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.