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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.