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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.