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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.