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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Smog,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.