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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.