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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Japan,
Swans,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.