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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.