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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.