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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.