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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.