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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.