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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Busters 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.