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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Wire,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.