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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Victims,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.