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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Make Up,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.