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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Wire,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.