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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Franke,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.