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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.