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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Deakin,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.