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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.