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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Television,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.