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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.