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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.