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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.