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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Franke,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.