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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
ABC,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Wings,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.