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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.