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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.