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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.