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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.