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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.