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 Peru 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.