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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.