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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.