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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.