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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.