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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.