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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.