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 United States 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
MC5,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.