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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.