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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.