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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.