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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.