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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.