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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Gories,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
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.