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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.