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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.