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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.