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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.