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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Wire,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Wings,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.