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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.