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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.