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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.