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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.