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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.