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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.