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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.