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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.