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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ludus,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.