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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.