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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.