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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.