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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.