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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Magma,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.