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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.