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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.