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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.