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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.