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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.