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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.