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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.