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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.