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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Television,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.