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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.