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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.