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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Victims,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.