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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.