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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
cv313,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.