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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.