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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.