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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.