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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
New Order,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.