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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Television,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.