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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.