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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.