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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.