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 Milan.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.