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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.