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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.