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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Index,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.