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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.