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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Aswad,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.