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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.