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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.