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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.