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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.