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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.