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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Ten City,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.