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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.