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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.