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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.