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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.