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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.