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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.