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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.