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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.