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 Israel and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.