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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.