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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.