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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.