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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.