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 China and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.