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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.