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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.