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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.