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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.