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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
10cc,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.