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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Japan,
Swans,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.