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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.