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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.