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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.