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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Japan to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.