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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.