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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.