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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Flipper,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Move,
Visage,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.