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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Victims to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Skaos,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.