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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.