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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.