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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.