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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.