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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.