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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.