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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.