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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.