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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.