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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.