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 India and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.