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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.