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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
the Association,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.