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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.