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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.