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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.