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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.