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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.