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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.