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 United States and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.