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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Slave,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.