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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.