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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.