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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Crime,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Little Man,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Monks,
Kayak,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.