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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.