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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.