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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.