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 Peru and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.