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 India and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.