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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.