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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.