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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.