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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.