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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.