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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Franke,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Smog,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.