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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.