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 Armenia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Visage,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.