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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.