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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.