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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.