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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.