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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Television,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.