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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.