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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.