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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.