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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.