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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.