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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.