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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.