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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.