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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.