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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Television,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.