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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.