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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.