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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.