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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.