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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.