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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.