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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.