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 Russia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.