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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.