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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.