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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.