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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.