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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Scion,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.