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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.