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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.