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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.