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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
cv313,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.