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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.