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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.