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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.