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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.