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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.