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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Can,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.