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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.