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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.