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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Little Man,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.