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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.