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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.