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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Brick,
CMW,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.