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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Pole,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.