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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.