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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.