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 Benin 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.