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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.