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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.