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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.