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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.