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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.