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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.