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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.