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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Move,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.