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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.