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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.