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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.