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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.