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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
This Heat,
CMW,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.