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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.