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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
David McCallum,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.