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-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.