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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.