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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.