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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.