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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.