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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.