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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.