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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.