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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.