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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.