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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.