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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Can,
Japan,
The Leaves,
AZ,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.