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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.