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 Libya 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.