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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.