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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.