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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.