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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.