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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.