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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lakeside,
Can,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.