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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.