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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.