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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.