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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.