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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Index,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.