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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.