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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.