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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.