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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.