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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.