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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.