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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.