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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.