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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.