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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Index,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.