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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Can,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.