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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.