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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.