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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.