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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.