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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Mars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.