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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.