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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.