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 Mali 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.