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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.