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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.