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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.