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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Human League,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Can,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.