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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.