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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Can,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.