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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.