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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.