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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.