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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.