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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.