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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.