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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Residents 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.