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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.