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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.