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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Standells,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.