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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.