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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.