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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.