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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.