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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.