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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.