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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.