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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.