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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.