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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.