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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.