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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.