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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.