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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.