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 Monaco and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.