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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.