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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.