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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.