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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
CMW,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.