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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Faust,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.