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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.