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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.