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 Ukraine 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.