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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.