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 Bulgaria 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Monks,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.