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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.