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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.