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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.