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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
DNA,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.