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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.