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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Franke 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.