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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Names,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.