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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.