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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.