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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Evens,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.