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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.