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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.