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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.