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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.