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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.