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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.