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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.