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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.