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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.