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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.