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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.