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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.