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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.