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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.