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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.