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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.