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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.