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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.