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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.