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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.