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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.