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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Pole,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.