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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.