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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.