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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.