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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.