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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.