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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.