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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.