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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
UT,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.